Despguy123

Thank you! I was actually inspired to write it after attending similar meetings/revision sessions/coursework catch ups after school while bursting to go, as the toilets would always be locked afterwards much to my frustration. I would love to hear more about some of your meetings! That is a good idea. I used to have a 30 minute walk home from school and would often be desperate to go, as would some of my friends I’d be walking with. I remember one girl having to sprint to the public toilets in the middle of the town centre before she wet herself, because she had not had chance to pee all day and the toilets were locked after school.

My original post didn’t mention this but I had started to leak uncontrollably into my underwear and had to sprint to the bathroom before I had a full on accident, I will update the post to make it clearer.

A story I wrote years ago about a fictional school bully, Aran, aged 18 and in his final year at British high school, who is put into a very desperate predicament as an act of revenge. The person teasing Aran is anonymous and although originally written to be male (because of the ending), with a small re-write could just as easily be female as well. Hope you enjoy! Aran awoke with a groan. His vision was swirling, blood rushed in his ears, and his head pounded. Where am I? How did I get here? He wondered, and as the room came into focus, he found that he was exactly where he expected to be - in a practice room in his school’s music block. But when he tried to move his hands, he found that he couldn’t. They were tied behind his back. In fact, he couldn’t move, full stop. He looked down, his vision clearing, and saw ropes, tight around his body, pinning him to a chair. What the hell? Aran thought, and tried to remember how he’d got here. He remembered he’d been given a message from his music teacher, telling him he was behind on coursework and needed to stay after school on Wednesday to finish it off. He had done so, and remembered walking down the corridor, then a sound, arms wrapped tightly around him. Then somehow he'd ended up here, tied to a chair, helpless. But who? Why? So many questions floated around his head, and he was snapped to attention by a sudden throb from his bladder. He was achingly desperate for a piss. He hadn’t used the school toilets all day, which was usual for him. Almost every day he found himself sitting through the bus ride home with clenched teeth, fidgeting his legs and grasping himself when he thought it was safe to do so, before arriving home, unlocking the door and running up the stairs to the bathroom, where a very relieving piss awaited him. He’d never make a show of it, or admit to needing to go, and sit in afternoon lessons, jiggled his knees, crossing his ankles, and occasionally biting his lip. But he’d never had to go as badly as he did now, and he wondered how long he’d been tied up. He tried to move his legs around, but he soon found that he was helpless, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t do anything to help him hold in the torrent of piss in his bursting bladder, squashed by his uncomfortable school uniform and the rope across his stomach. He looked up at the ceiling in anguish, and tugged as hard as he dared without squashing his bladder any more, but it was no use. Not only was he fastened securely to the chair, his hands, arms, legs and ankles were all tightly bound. He couldn’t even squirm around to ease his discomfort. It had been a swelteringly hot day, and not only had he drunk the two large bottles of water in his school bag, he’d refilled them at the drinking fountains and finished both of them off a second time. The room he was in was warm, making him sweat slightly. He stopped struggling, realising that there was no way he could escape. His bladder was sending waves of desperation through him, and he couldn’t remember a time where he’d been so completely bursting to go for a wee. Suddenly, he heard footsteps in the corridor outside. His heart pounded, and he tried to call for help, but his mouth was gagged, and he could only manage a muffled ‘hhmfff! Mmmmff!’. But he didn’t need to, as whoever was outside the room came in, shutting the door quietly behind him. Aran couldn’t see who it was, as he couldn’t look behind him due to the ropes pinning him, and didn’t see whoever it was pull a strip of black material out of their bag… Surely he was free, finally able to do something about the aching, throbbing sensation in his overfull bladder. “Not so fast” I said, as I tied the blindfold around Aran’s eyes. He protested, but I shushed him, moving around to take a look at my handiwork. Aran had been nothing but a pain in the ass to me all these years, and I had seen him mentally crush people, pouncing on their weaknesses. I used to think that he wasn't so bad, but over the years I’ve grown to see him as who he really is. A bully, and a jealous, nasty one at that. I thought I’d teach him a long overdue lesson. I’d tied the ropes perfectly, and watching him struggle against them gave me a sense of satisfaction. He seemed so helpless, sitting there in his school uniform, unable to move, unable to see his tormentor. He was trying to say something, but I didn’t want to hear it. I already knew what he wanted, more than anything else in the world. I knew how badly he must need to pee, of course, as I had sat near him earlier during the final lesson of the day, and watched him squirm around, frantically trying to hold on until the bell rang. He’d jiggle his knees frantically, fan them in and out, cross his ankles under his chair, even bring his legs up onto the chair to help relieve some of the discomfort he was feeling. He’d even given a slight moan at one point, leaning forward with his hands under the table, before glancing around to make sure nobody had noticed. But I had. The look on his face when the teacher asked him to stay behind after the bell was priceless, and it gave me extra time to get ready, and get him into the predicament in which he now found himself. I knelt down, and loosened the rope around his middle every so slightly. I grinned, and reached my hand up inside his shirt, resting gently on his poor, bursting bladder. I was surprised at how far his bladder was protruding, and it was as hard as a rock. He must have had more than a litre of pee sloshing around inside of him. I pressed down gently, just below his abdomen, where the bladder is most sensitive. He squirmed, pulling away from my fingers, teasing him into submission. I found that he was very ticklish, and ran my fingers against his skin, forcing myself not to laugh as I watched him frantically trying to get free. I ceased my teasing, for the time being, and noticed that he was trying to talk through the gag. I bent down, and whispered in his ear, my voice soft. “Aw, do you need to go for a wee wee? Does the little boy need to piss? Psssssssssspsssspssss” I made a noise like water leaking from a pipe, and I heard him groan through his gag. Glancing at his grey school trousers, I couldn’t see a single wet spot or patch of damp. I admired his bladder control, but I would soon push him to bursting point, where he would have no choice but to leak at least a few drops. I knelt down in front of him, my fingers teasing down his thighs. He was tensing them, and I tickled him quickly on the inside of them, smiling to myself as I watched him squirm with every movement of my fingers. I had complete control over him, he was at my mercy. I wondered if he was ticklish on his feet, so I undid his shoelaces and pulled his shoes off slowly, revealing his feet in grey stripy socks. I took hold of one of his feet, and I could feel him tense up. Noticing the way he was desperately trying to pull away from my hands, I pulled a fingernail gently along the bottom of his foot. He snorted loudly through the gag, straining at the bonds holding his body to the chair, but it was no use. I started tickling like crazy, digging my nails in and moving up and down the soles of his feet. The more I tickled, the more he struggled, and the more his bladder was pulled tight by the rope around his middle. I reached out and tickled both of his feet at the same time, watching him yank at his bonds and laughing through his gag, his head going from side to side in pure torment, unable to wriggle away and completely at the mercy of my fingers. I carried on tickling and teasing him for several minutes, keeping an eye on his trousers half expecting a wet spot, but he held firm. After I felt like he'd finally had enough, I slowed down and eventually let go of his feet, moving around to the back of his chair. He was trying to mumble something through the gag, but I had no time for his smart comments. I reached down and pressed onto his bladder again, causing him to moan as I felt the rock hard, firm bulge. I was quite impressed that he was still holding and hadn't leaked a single drop, he must have been incredibly desperate to go. I stood up and took a pair of scissors out of my bag, snipping through two of the ropes binding him to the chair. “Up.” I said, sternly. He didn’t move. “I said, stand up.” I repeated in a calm voice, and yanked him upwards, pulling the chair away. As soon as he was stood up, Aran bent over slightly, bobbing up and down on the spot and mumbling something through his gag that sounded a lot like "gonna piss myself". I wondered if he had actually started to wet himself, but somehow, miraculously, he was managing to hold on. He really must have exceptional bladder control, but I knew that he must be close to his limit. “Still dry?” I asked quietly, giving his bladder a gentle prod (it was visibly bulging against the waistband of his tight fitting school trousers, and I almost felt sorry for him as he gave yet another urgent moan through his gag). “Don’t worry, I’ll let you piss soon.” I accentuated the ‘s’ sound, drawing it on longer that usual. “Would you like that? A nice, long, relieving piss, letting all that piss in that swollen bladder of yours gush out like a firehose?”. At this, he grunted what sounded a bit like "yes please" through his gag and nodded, and started to jig a little on the spot, pushing his thighs together and tapping his feet ever so slightly. However, because the rope binding his ankles was attached to the one around his midriff, every movement he made pulled the rope tighter across his bladder. He tried to cross his legs but this too merely squished his bladder more and more. Giving up, he settled on leaning forwards, bobbing quickly ever so slightly at the knees. I could tell he was close to completely letting go and soaking his trousers. He was trying to squeeze his thighs together, and I suppose with his hands tied behind his back, this was the closest he could get to holding himself. “Well, I’m bored, I think you’ve had enough”. I said, “I’ll let you piss now”. Aran didn’t change his movements, but he heard well enough. I could almost feel the sense of relief mixed with that contrasting, intense urgency which he was fighting to control. There was a large plastic mop bucket in the corner of the room, which I'd taken from a cleaning cupboard earlier. I picked up the bucket and carefully placed it on the floor directly in front of him, and I stood on the other side of it, so that I was facing him with the bucket in between us. “Yeah, I’ll let you piss… but do you mind if I go first? I haven't had chance to go all day." I unzipped my fly, pulled out my dick and let loose a strong stream of urine directly into the bucket, sighing loudly with relief. The sound of my piss splashing noisily and forcefully against the bottom of the plastic bucket filled the small room, and I knew that hearing it would push Aran to the brink of soaking his trousers. It felt good, really good, as I hadn't relieved myself since first waking up that morning and had been bursting to go throughout most of the afternoon. It felt even better knowing that Aran could hear every drop, every splash, every moan and sigh, desperately wanting to relieve himself too but having no choice but to wait for his turn. My pee continued to pour out of me with force, and I couldn't believe that Aran was still holding on, bobbing slightly and continuing to press his thighs together, moaning something like "oh please hurry up" through his gag. He must have been right on the edge. But just then, right as my stream was starting to gradually die down, my pee trickling teasingly into the bucket in front of him, Aran moaned quietly through the gag and bent forwards. I heard a loud hiss as he finally began to release his bladder after holding on for so many hours, an impressively strong stream of urine bursting out of his dick and utterly soaking the crotch of his grey school trousers before steadily pouring down his legs like a waterfall. He was frozen in place, still bent forwards slightly, moaning softly with relief as he continued to empty himself, pissing steadily as warm pee streamed down his trousers, completely drenching them and trickling down to his feet, soaking his socks and forming a huge dark patch on the carpet. He carried on peeing steadily for at least 2 minutes, after which point his trousers and socks were so wet that it looked like he'd just waded through a lake, and the carpet underneath him was soaking in his pee. I was slightly impressed by how much long he was peeing for, and he must have been holding so much inside him. "Oh Aran, could you not wait for me to finish? I was almost done, and you could have used the bucket instead of pissing yourself" I teased, and he shook his head. He was quiet now, red faced and humiliated, but clearly feeling intense relief after his massive piss. "Do you feel better now that you've... er, relieved yourself?" I asked, a hint of sympathy in my voice. He paused for a second, then nodded, blushing. He had clearly learnt his lesson. I took the scissors and quietly snipped a single rope, which left him able to slowly untie himself. "You can untie yourself now, if you're quick you might be able to escape before a teacher comes to check the rooms" I said quietly, and he nodded. I picked up my bag and left the room, closing the door quietly behind me, leaving him to it. Just before I left the building, I picked up a 'Caution: Wet Floor' sign from the cleaning cupboard down the corridor and placed it outside the door. I smiled, wondering if Aran would see the funny side.

A story I wrote a few years ago that I recently found on my hard drive, hope you enjoy! It involves two 18 year old final year British secondary school students, Alex and Amy, who are part of the school council (a group of students who are elected to represent the views of all pupils and to improve their school), and find themselves in a rather desperate predicament during a council meeting, along with their teacher. “Alex, are you coming or not?” Alex looked around to see his friend Amy calling him over. She was, of course, talking about the school council meeting, the last one of the term, scheduled to last until at least 5.00pm that evening. He sighed inwardly, he’d been on his way to the toilets just the other side of the hall, but he was too shy to admit to Amy that he was badly needing a pee. He could probably hold it until the meeting finished, he reasoned as he followed her up to the classroom, it’s not that bad. But it was. It had been a warm day, and he’d had a couple of cans of coke as well as downing a large water bottle. It was just after 3.30pm and he had not been to the toilet since he woke up early that morning. All that liquid had made an impact on his bladder, which was uncomfortably full, and although he hated using the school toilets and would rather wait until he got home, he’d urgently set off towards them as soon as the bell rang at the end of the school day. That’s when Amy, a friend he’d known since Primary School, had called him over, and he’d reluctantly joined her, trying to forget his discomfort. Little did he know, Amy was far from comfortable herself. Unlike Alex, she would usually use the school toilets at lunchtime, but today she had not had time to go on account of an urgent meet-up of the yearbook committee, which she was dragged along to by a friend before she could protest. Now, as she climbed the stairs next to Alex, she felt her bladder throb slightly with every step she took, but it was too late to go back and pee now, and besides, she didn’t want to annoy Alex, who seemed troubled by something. She’d just have to bite her lip and wait it out. As they entered the classroom, they were both surprised by how hot it was. “Sorry folks” said Miss Stelfox, the attractive young teacher chairing the meeting, “the windows in here don’t open, but there’s nothing I can do I’m afraid. It is warm, I know, but there’s plenty of water to go around”, and she placed the last few water jugs on the tables. She was dressed in her usual outfit of tight fitting shirt, skirt, black tights and high heels, and Alex admired the curves on her perfectly shaped body. They found a couple of empty seats to the side, and sat down next to one another, noticing how few people had turned up, and after a few minutes of chit-chat the meeting started. Alex had some points he wanted to raise, and he temporarily forgot about his need to relieve himself as he concentrated on perfecting the arguments he would put forward. It was 45 minutes into the meeting, and as Alex drained his glass for the second time, he felt a twinge of discomfort in his bladder, the feeling of fullness much more pronounced than before. He crossed his ankles under the table, and sighed quietly as he saw how long he still had to wait. Miss Stelfox was pressing them eagerly for new ideas or solutions to the proposals they had put forward, quite the slave driver, and Alex was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on the task in hand. He looked around, and noticed that Amy had her legs crossed quite tightly, and was jiggling her foot around. She must have sensed his eyes on her, because she looked at him, smiling sheepishly. “I really need the loo”, she whispered, and Alex noticed the anxious look on her face. He just smiled sympathetically, as he was too nervous to tell anyone about his own need, which was growing by the minute. He bit his bottom lip, crossed his ankles the opposite way, and jiggled his knees. It was no good, he was really bursting now, and would have to find some way of easing the pressure on his bladder. Despite his need, Alex was thirsty again, and took hold of the jug, trying not to wince as the water trickled into his glass. He briefly considered asking if he could quickly go to the toilet and come back, but he was embarrassed just thinking about it. No, he could hold it. 15 minutes of the meeting left to go, and now he wasn’t so sure. All he could think about was the relentless, throbbing ache in his bladder. By now, he had lost all track of the meeting, and kept glancing up at the clock every few seconds, appalled at how slowly time seemed to be ticking by. He looked across at Amy, and noticed the way she was leaning forward slightly, onto the table. As he watched, she crossed her legs the other way, then back again, frantically bobbing her knees and tapping her feet on the floor. She looked up at him, and Alex saw that she had placed her hand between her tightly crossed thighs, squeezing it between them, so high up that she was almost reaching up underneath her short school uniform skirt. She had been drinking several glasses water throughout the meeting and was clearly just as desperate as he was, if not more so, and he felt a strong sympathy towards her plight. Amy whispered ‘I’m so desperate for a wee… I don't know if can hold it, aah oh noooo!’ She gave a little squeak, so quiet that only Alex heard it, and thrust a hand deep into her crotch, and leaned forward so far that her head was almost touching the hard wooden surface of the table. Alex looked up and noticed Miss Stelfox giving him a questioning look, and he lied ”Pen, she’s er, dropped it under the table.” The strain in his voice was obvious, but the teacher didn’t seem to notice. The discomfort Alex was feeling was merciless, and it felt like his bladder was the size of a balloon. He reached down, and discreetly as he could, he loosened his belt, squeezing his dick through his grey school trousers for a second, relishing the temporary relief it gave him. Forgetting his embarrassment, he whispered to Amy “There’s ten minutes left. I need to go too, really badly, it’s not long now’. She looked up at him, and nodded, glancing up at the clock and bobbing up and down in her chair. ‘Thanks for that, by the way, what you said to Miss’ she whispered, drawing in a tight breath through her teeth.. Alex could only nod, his mind focused on holding on for the final few minutes. All this went unnoticed by Miss Stelfox, of course, as she was also totally desperate to pee. Like Alex, she had meant to use the toilet before the meeting, but she had got caught up in conversation with the head of department. She had been drinking plenty of water all day to stay hydrated in the hot weather, and had drunk a cup of tea at break, and two cups at lunch. She would normally have used the lady’s toilets at any chance she got, but as she was covering lessons for a couple of teachers who were away on maternity leave, and had been in a rush all day, she hadn’t emptied her bladder since 7.00am that morning. Having a teacher’s iron bladder helped, and she was used to holding her pee for prolonged periods of time. But now, incredibly desperate, and was struggling not to break out in a full blown pee-pee dance. Whenever she got a chance to sit down, she would pretend to smooth down her skirt, secretly pressing a hand against her crotch, crossing her legs tightly. Just as she was addressing the remaining couple of points, she had to stand up and write something on the board. As she rose from the chair, she felt a small jet of pee leak out into her panties. She gasped, and bent forward, hands pushed into her vagina. She heard muttering and giggles behind her, and, blushing furiously, she turned to face the room. Crossing her legs tightly, she leant forward, one hand resting against the desk and one on the front of her skirt. There wasn’t a wet patch, but there would be one soon if she didn’t release the ocean of urine inside her tortured bladder in the next few minutes. ‘Guys, we’re gonna have to finish. I’m sorry, I need a wee, I haven’t had a chance to go all day, we’ll pick this up next meeting, sorry but I have to go right this minute. God, I need a wee, I need a wee, I need a wee’. She muttered this to herself as she packed up her laptop, stepping from foot to foot in a frantic effort to halt the flow of urine aching to escape. Alex and Amy both jolted up, immediately making for the door. There was a scrum of people, all trying to get out at the same time, and they had to wait a few more agonising moments. Now that they had stood up, they began to feel the effect of gravity on their heavy, sloshing bladders, and the pain rose to an almost unbearable level. Amy crossed her legs, and gave a moan of frustration, bending forwards with her arms crossed over her bladder. ‘Hurry up, come on, come on’ she moaned quietly, but Alex, conscious of Miss Stelfox only a few paces away, could only give himself a quick grab when he thought nobody was looking, and stood with one foot out in front of him. Seeing that the crowd had now dispersed, he beckoned for Amy to follow him, and with gritted teeth, he headed out of the door. They walked quickly (or as quickly as they could in their current desperate state) down the stairs, into the small lobby where a number of corridors in the main school block met. The other attendees had all gone straight out, and it was very quiet, as the cleaners had already been and gone. He was about to open the door leading to the corridor which housed the boy’s toilets, when he saw a sign taped to the wall: Notice: If you are using these corridors in the evening, please remove your shoes before entry. Footwear may leave marks on the floor surface as the new varnish has just dried – Maintenance Staff. Sighing with annoyance at the delay, he bent down to untie his school shoes, and Amy, reading the sign, gave a little squeak of frustration, but did the same. It had been a very warm day and Alex's black socks were a little damp with sweat, and as he struggled to take off his shoes his bladder pulsed agonisingly. He had no choice but to stop for a moment to hold himself, hoping that Amy hadn't noticed. Eventually managing to kick his shoes off, he let go of himself and opened the door to the corridor, turning to Amy as he did so. “Meet you back here” he stammered, and, letting the door close behind him, he hurried down the corridor in his socks. Now he was on his own, he finally undid his belt, letting it hang loose in front of him. Grappling with his fly, he unzipped his trousers and thrust a hand down his pants. Gripping his dick tightly, he felt a couple of drops leak out as his bladder screamed in protest, expecting a chance to release the torrent of urine forcing its way out. After what seemed like an eternity, Alex reached the door to the Boys toilets. He breathed a sigh of relief, and pushed. It didn’t move. He pushed again, and briefly wondered why it wasn’t opening. His bladder throbbed hard, and the pain in his urethra was excruciating now he was so close to relief. Suddenly, a thought hit him like a physical blow. The cleaners… they’d finished for the night. And part of their job was to… ‘Clean the toilets, oh fuck, no, arrrrgh’ he groaned in frustration. They’d locked the toilets up for the night, and Alex swore out loud in annoyance, stamping his foot before bringing it up quickly behind him, then doing the same with the opposite one. Relief had seemed so close, and now he was helpless, unable to move for fear of wetting himself. He stood there for a minute or so, bending almost double, one hand on the toilet door, the other gripped tightly around his leaking dick, legs crossed under him. Grunting with the effort, he twisted himself around, leaning back against the locked toilet door, the only thing preventing him from finally satisfying his urgent need to urinate, pressing his thighs together. He slid down until he was in a crouch, and sat there, breathing heavily, shuddering as he desperately waited for the wave of pressure to subside. But it didn’t. Shaking and gasping in pain, he felt his bladder give one last pulse, harder and more urgent than before. He could feel the drops leaking from the tip of his cock turn into a trickle, and he barely had time to stand up and whip out his leaking dick before a mighty stream erupted from him. He aimed directly at the toilet door, and his golden urine arched in the air before hitting the door with a heavy splash, gushing down it and gathering on the newly varnished floor in a rapidly growing puddle of warm piss. The feeling was incredible, the never-ending gushing flow forcing its way down his urethra and out into the open, drenching the corridor. Alex didn’t notice any of this, however, as he had his eyes closed, in a world of bliss. Meanwhile, Amy was having problems of her own. Hampered by her overfull bladder, she had kicked off her shoes and hurried slightly bent-over along the quiet corridor, taking small steps while trying to keep her thighs pushed together, her navy blue knee-high school socks sliding over the slippery floor as she walked. The girls' toilets were right at the other end of the corridor and several times on the way she had to stop to reach underneath her skirt and give herself a hard squeeze through her knickers with both hands, bending over while crossing her thighs tightly over her hands, but eventually she made it to the toilet door. She held herself one final time; it would be all over in just a few seconds, and pushed into the door with her body. She bounced back away from it, and in her surprise, another spurt of piss had soaked into her underwear. ‘Oh for God’s sake please, not now, please not now, oh!’ she muttered under her breath, desperately clamping off the flow. It was locked, and Amy briefly considered rushing off to try the other girls' loos situated in the same building, but the thought of running made her tremble as she imagined her bladder bouncing around inside of her. She was bent double, both hands forced down between her legs, dancing frantically from foot to foot. 'Ooh I'm gonna wee myself, what do I do, what I do?' she whined. Suddenly, she gave a gasp of alarm, feeling more warm pee trickling out, soaking her fingers and soaking her underwear even more. She couldn’t believe she was even thinking about what she was planning on doing next, but there really was no other option. She was right on the brink of completely wetting herself right outside of the locked toilet door, with absolutely nowhere to wee. She glanced quickly up and down the corridor as another spurt of wee trickled out of her, longer this time, and began to dribble slowly down her thighs. She gave a loud sigh, and in one swift movement she squatted down and relaxed. She felt a pleasant, warm sensation as her knickers quickly dampened then a quiet hissing sound as her pee trickled through her underwear and slowly puddled onto the shiny floor beneath. She moaned out loud with relief as her piss flowed out of her, absolutely drenching her underwear and trickling steadily into the ever-expanding puddle around her feet. She thought about stopping the flow, after all, surely she had released enough pressure, surely she could wait now until she got home. But she couldn't stop it. She wouldn't have stopped it for the world. She closed her eyes and smiled and she continued to noisily relieve her bladder, the sound of her sighs, moans and the steady trickling and hissing of piss filling the quiet corridor, not even caring that the puddle had reached her feet and the bottom of her socks were quickly becoming drenched in her wee. As the slow waterfall of urine escaping from her resided slowly into a trickle, a massive puddle of warm pee surrounding her and covering a fairly large section of the corridor outside the girls' toilets, she couldn’t help but give a shiver of pleasure and moan softly again, muttering 'Ooh that's so much better'. She looked around again, smiling contentedly, and stood up before walking slowly back down the corridor, stepping through her puddle carefully and leaving a trail of wet footprints on the varnished floor behind her. The soles of her socks were drenched with pee and her knickers were soaking wet, clinging to her uncomfortably, and she was slightly sweaty and red faced, but that didn't matter to her at all. After hours and hours of desperately holding on, she had finally relieved her bladder, and it felt amazing. Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the building, Miss Stelfox hurried down the stairs as fast as her heels would allow her to, her footsteps echoing loudly, making a beeline for the women's staff toilets. As soon as the few remaining students had left the classroom she’d thrust a hand in between her legs, pushing against her vagina, feeling the dampness of her underwear, and grabbing her bag, she’d hurried out the room, dancing frantically from foot to foot, struggling to lock the door behind her. Presently, she reached the bottom of the stairs and hurried over to the corridor where the staff toilets were located as quickly as she could. She skim-read a sign about removing footwear, the same one Alex and Amy had seen just further down the hall, and sighed as she stepped quickly out of her heels and bobbed down to pick them up. She threw open the door and padded down the corridor in her tights, trying not to slip on the floor, and just as she reached the women's loo she gasped at the sign taped to the door, at the same time involuntarily raising her right foot up behind her and stamping it down. Out of Order – Please Use Toilets in Technology/Geography buildings ‘Oh you’re joking me’ she said out loud, looking around. But there was nobody about, and she tried to push open the door anyway, but to no avail. It was firmly locked and wouldn’t budge, despite her pressing her body against it and pushing it as hard as she could, several times. Her desperation had tripled now she was so close to relief, and she couldn’t help but do a little pee-pee dance, her black tights rasping loudly against her skirt as she tried to subdue her aching bladder. Taking quick shallow breaths, she leant back against the wall, her right leg raised behind her ass, cupping her crotch tightly under her skirt through her tights. She moaned out loud in frustration. What was she going to do? She couldn't remember ever being this desperate to pee, ever having to hold her achingly full bladder for so many hours, ever being this close to letting go and totally soaking herself. She didn't know if she could hold on long enough to walk across the school to the tech block, and even if she did manage to get there without peeing herself, would she be able to get in now that most of the school was locked up for the night? She wasn't even sure that she had the key, as she never usually taught any lessons in that building. She would have to think of something on the way, standing around wouldn’t help. Sweating slightly with the effort, she hurried further along the corridor towards the exit, her feet slipping and sliding over the shiny surface of the floor, before eventually reaching the end of the corridor, where a doorway led into a small foyer, then out onto the school yard. She put down her heels and stepped into them carefully, gave her crotch one last hard squeeze under her skirt, took a deep breath and set out across the concrete, struggling to keep her thighs pressed together as she walked. Her heels clicked erratically on the ground, her legs all over the place, and she had to stop suddenly, feeling a few trickles of wee running down her tights, dribbling down slowly towards her feet. ‘Oh god, oh god, please no, oh god, no, please’ she muttered under her breath, and she bent over, pretending to be searching for something in her bag. Hoping against hope that nobody could see her, she thrust her free hand under her skirt, feeling the dampness of her tights, and glanced around for somewhere discrete where she could finally squat down and relieve her rock hard, throbbing bladder. But there was nowhere nearby, and she had no choice but to bite her lip and straighten up, carrying on slowly towards the tech block taking small steps, in the hope of finally reaching a loo. She had only been walking for a few seconds before she had to stop and cross her legs, feeling herself leaking pee again, just a few more dribbles at first, slowly soaking her underwear and trickling down her tights, before a sudden waterfall of piss exploded from her, quickly soaking through her already wet knickers and steadily pouring down onto the concrete below her, as well as down her legs towards her shoes. She moaned quietly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, and realising that there was just no way she could hold on any more, she hurriedly uncrossed her legs and kicked her heels off, letting the feeling of relief slowly wash over her as she spectacularly emptied her bladder right there in the middle of the school yard, absolutely soaking her knickers, tights and skirt with warm piss that she had held back for so many hours. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t do anything but stand and sigh quietly with relief as a never-ending torrent of urine escaped her and pooled steadily around her feet, the puddle underneath her spreading out impressively far across the concrete. After a couple of minutes, the last few drops dribbled out of her, and she looked around, blushing harder than she ever had in her life but relishing the feeling of finally being able to relieve herself after an entire day of holding on. There was nobody around, and she felt a little better knowing that her very public accident had not been witnessed by anyone else. She glanced at the huge puddle of pee she was standing in and actually felt a small sense of pride, as she couldn't believe that she had managed to wait for so long or hold such a huge amount inside her bladder. She walked over to where she'd left her heels and picked them up, happy that she had at least avoided peeing all over them. Unfortunately though, her underwear, skirt and tights were absolutely soaked with pee, which were starting to feel quite cold despite the warm evening air, so she hurried to the car park, leaving a little trail of pee footprints behind her. Luckily for her, she made it to her car without being spotted, and was able to discretely take off her sodden tights and put them into a plastic bag in the back of her car. She left her soaking wet skirt and underwear on, and put down some more plastic bags to protect her car seat, driving home barefoot. After she arrived back home, she put her clothes in the wash, and had a long, hot shower. Despite the embarrassment she was still feeling, as she let the hot water run over her body she couldn't help but think back to the moment when she had lost control and pee had finally exploded out of her, and how incredible it had felt to relieve her bladder after being absolutely bursting to go for so many hours. She dried off, and lay in bed, naked, waiting for her fiancé’s imminent return from work. Fortunately for her, Alex and Amy hadn’t noticed Miss Stelfox at all. Still tingling with the pleasure of their relief, they had met back the entrance to the corridors, each assuming that the other had found the toilets open and emptied their bladders in the usual way. They walked home together, not saying a word of what they had just done, but each secretly thinking about it for the rest of the night. Over the weekend, the various puddles around the school slowly dried up, and nobody else found out what had happened. The following week, Amy had asked “When’s the next council meeting, is it the first week back after the holidays?” and Alex couldn’t help but laugh.

I found something on my hard drive that I wrote all the way back in 2008, when I was a final year student at secondary school in the UK. Back then I had only just started trying out desperation and holding, and this is a true account of when I attempted for the first time to hold off from peeing for a full 12 hours, starting from my final pee just before leaving for school at 8.30am. My goal was to hold my bladder all through the school day and into the evening, while drinking my usual amount of liquid to stay hydrated, with a target of holding my piss and denying myself relief until at least 8.30pm. Throughout the hold I was wearing my school uniform of a dark blazer, dark red polo shirt and tight grey trousers, with smart black shoes, black school socks and dark grey boxer shorts. Did I manage to wait for the full 12 hours? Read on to find out! I have kept the original text I wrote at the time, complete with typos and spelling mistakes. 4.30pm – Last went around 8.30am, before school, am trying to wait until 8.30pm. Have consumed bowl of cereal (with milk), a large glass of water before leaving for school, most of a large water bottle during the school day, and since getting home have had a cup of coffee and two glasses of ginger beer. Not too desperate yet, though I definitely really badly need to go, and I've taken off my shoes and am jiggling a bit with my ankles crossed under my chair. Turning on taps makes me bob up and down, pushing my thighs together. 5.00pm – Need worsened slightly, by 8.30 I’m going to need to go pretty damn badly. Ankles still crossed, and I can feel my bladder filling up minute by minute. Gritting my teeth occasionally, haven’t had to hold myself properly yet. The urge comes and goes, almost in waves. 5.35pm – The coffee I had earlier wasn’t a good idea, I really urgently need to go now. Definite pain in my bladder, not too bad, but enough to distract me and stop me concentrating on anything. If I were at school or anywhere other than home, I’d actively seek to find somewhere to relieve myself. Occasionally pushing down on my dick to try and stop the aching in my lower abdomen, and squeezing the end of it seems to help for a few seconds. 6.00pm – Really bursting now, when I stand up I can’t stand still, and sitting down I have to keep shifting position. Constant nagging ache, and nothing I do can take my mind off it. Occasionally holding myself, seems to help, but by 8.30 seems a long way away. 6.30pm – Just consumed 2 more glasses of ginger beer/apple juice to make things a little more interesting. Between 8.00 and 8.30 I will tease myself, listening to running water, standing in front of the toilet but forcing myself not to pee, etc. Ouch just thinking about peeing makes my bladder throb. 7.00pm – Still need to go, but urges have subsided for now. Chances are they’ll come back in a few minutes, 10x worse. When I stand up I can feel the pee pushing itself against my urethra, aching to come out. Bladder is hard to the touch, but it is a different kind of desperation than drinking lots of water. Dammit writing this makes me need to go worse, occasionally have to grab my cock and lean forward. Will probably drink again before 8.00pm. Thinking about peeing forces me to make an effort to hold it in. 7.10pm- Let out a few drops but clamped off the flow, need is worse than ever after my bladder has tasted relief. Boxers feel damp against my cock. 7.35pm – Had to undo my trousers and reach into my boxers to hold myself more tightly… normally it helps to relieve my urge to urinate a bit but this time the urge was still there, just as strong as before. Also consumed two more glasses of juice, just 1 hour left, I’m confident about making it but it will be a challenge. 7.40pm – Huge urge just overcame me, and my bladder definitely contracted. Incredibly desperate now, this is a first for me; I’ve been desperate before but this is different. Those last two drinks hit my bladder hard, but I’m still fairly confident about holding till 8.30pm. 7.45pm – Forcing myself to keep holding when the toilet is just a few paces away is a real struggle. I want to use it so badly. Holding myself but it doesn’t seem to help anymore, fidgeting, can’t sit still. If I were at school I’d be in real trouble. Going to act as naturally as possible for 5 or so minutes, 7.50pm – Couldn’t do it. Hand now permamnently wrapped around cock. Hard to type much. Leaving typos in from now on ooo gotta go. Jiggling knees, increidlby desperate to pee. Last half hour will be hell. 7.55pm – Leaked some more into my boxers and it is taking a conscious effort not to let out any more piss. Time seems to be moving at a crawl. So so desperate to pee. Fuck I think some just leaked out a bit. Going to restart my computer and sit as naturally as possible until I have this loaded up again, as if I was in school. 8.00pm – God it was difficult but I managed to sit still until my computer restarted. Pain is overhwlelming, starting to sweat a little. I’ll try to summarise without pissing all over my chair. It’s been 11 and a half hours since I last peed. I’ve drunk milk (with breakfast cereal), glass of water in the morning (did I mention that before, cba to check aaaa?), nearly all of the water bottle I take to school, cup of coffee, and 4 or 6 glasses of juice can’t remember. Oh god that took so long. I can’t keep a straight face I am sooo desperate. Oh fuck 25 mins to go I can do this. 8.10pm – Fuck it, I couldn’t wait that long. I was squeezing my cock while reading a desperation story, and then the pain was too great, and really wasn’t funny anymore. Waiting another 20 minutes would just be too painful. Was SO relieving when it finally released, must have pissed a long hard stream for nearly a minute. (Edit: by that point I had started leaking uncontrollably and had no choice but to sprint to the toilet before I wet myself completely. I only just made it to the toilet in time, although there was a large damp patch on the front of my boxers). The feeling of relief didn’t actually come though until it was finally all out, but I can feel my bladder filling even now from all the drinks I’ve consumed. Abdomen still feels tense, as if I’ve just done some sit-ups or some similar exercise. 11 hours, 40 minutes in total. 12 hour mark WILL be beaten. Such a different experience than drinking lots of water in a short space of time, whereas that makes me feel quite bloated, this makes me feel such a fierce and intense urge to relieve my bladder for hours and I really wasn’t expecting that. Will definitely do again sometime.

I remember staying behind after school a few times, usually bursting to pee after not having chance to all day, only to find the toilets already cleaned and locked for the evening. I'd wait around for a little while for someone to come by who may have a key and would sometimes get sympathetic comments from passing teachers or members of the school admin staff as they could tell I was really desperate, despite me trying to play it cool and not let on that I was close to pissing myself. I remember one time a really attractive drama teacher walked in through the door behind me and caught me bending over and holding myself. She tried to unlock the toilets for me and said that she wasn't supposed to unlock the boys toilets but because I looked so desperate to go she would make an exception! Unfortunately though none of her keys would unlock the door, so she even offered to unlock the men's staff toilets which were a few paces down the corridor but her key wouldn't unlock those either. She apologised for teasing me and asked me if I was going to be OK, and if I had much long to wait until I got home. I told her that I was staying after school for a couple of hours for band practice and she apologised again and said that she would go and check in the admin office if there was anyone who could unlock them for me. I found the whole situation incredibly embarrassing at the time and I'm sure my face was blushing bright red the whole time! I remember another occasion where I'd already stayed for a couple of hours after school to finish some work, had rushed to the toilets desperate to pee and was caught holding myself outside the locked toilet door by a lady who worked in the school office. As she walked past me she said something like 'Oh are they locked? How frustrating!' and apologised for not having a key.

A fantasy I've had since childhood that I still find hot is being absolutely desperate to piss while stuck in a detention with an attractive female teacher who won't let me go, no matter how much I plead for permission. Another similar one is having my hands tied behind my back while I'm bursting to piss and a female teacher refuses to untie me and allow me to go to the toilet. I also love the idea of being in a situation where have to stay professional in front of a female client while trying to hold a very, very full bladder as I haven't had chance to piss for hours. A variation of this is where I'm working with a female colleague and there's no toilets where we are, and we both have to wait for hours while getting steadily more and more desperate and trying to remain professional.

Not sure if this counts as an omorashi scene, but I once saw a clip from a paid peeing video where a woman is supposedly desperate and has to pee into a glass vase. She dances around for a few seconds before grabbing the vase and tries to pee into it for a few seconds but nothing comes out. The video then cuts and shows her letting out a tiny amount of very dark orange/brown urine, so rather than being desperate she was probably very dehydrated, and obviously all the desperation beforehand was totally acted.

There was a women's field hockey tournament hosted at my school and right at the end they took some photos of the winning team. There were several pictures posted on the school's Facebook page and in almost every photo one of the women was standing with her legs very tightly crossed with a pained expression on her face. In a couple of the pictures she had her thighs pressed together with her hands pressing on the front of her hockey skirt, bending forwards slightly. In the comments someone had pointed out that she looked like she needed a wee, and one of the other team members had commented that she had been desperate for the loo but there were no toilets at the hockey pitches so she had to wait for all the photos to be taken before she could finally run back to the school to go for a wee. Also remember seeing a photo of Victoria Beckham leaving a meeting and her assistant is in the background with her hand on the crotch of her jeans looking like she's desperate to pee.

I’ve met a few people over the years who I thought might be into omorashi in some way, not sure if they’d visit this site though. Back when I worked in retail I worked with a girl who seemed to deliberately hold her pee in and pass up opportunities to go for a quick toilet break even after dancing around and telling me that she really needed to go. I remember once she told me that she was desperate for a wee and asked my permission to go, even though I wasn’t a supervisor so couldn’t really stop her going. I thought she was joking so said ‘No you can’t, get back on the till’ and she smiled and said OK, sitting back down and jiggling in her seat. I think she ended up holding on until closing time before finally rushing off for a wee. There was another time where she had rushed off during a quiet period for a loo break only to come straight back as she’d seen an attractive customer and wanted to get his number. After he came through the till she obviously didn’t think he was that hot after all as she didn’t bother chatting to him or asking for his number, then said to me ‘I can’t believe I didn’t go for a wee just for that’ as she was now stuck on the till with a queue of people to serve and still desperate to go. I wish I’d explored it a little more but at the time I was still very shy about omorashi and I didn’t want to look like I was too into it. There was also a girl working there who was my supervisor and only a year older than me. I had a massive crush on her and I think she liked me as well even though we never ended up getting together. There were quite a few times where I’d be desperate to pee while working with her on the tills and she would deny me permission to go, teasing me and asking me how badly I needed it and if I could wait until after closing time. I don’t think she ever realised just how much it turned me on when she did that but usually if I asked a couple of times and told her I was bursting she would end up letting me go. I remember her teasing me a couple of times by finally allowing me to go for a pee only to call me back a few seconds after I got off the till as there were customers coming. I then had to finish serving everyone in the queue (which could take 20 or 30 minutes if it was really busy) before she finally allowed me to go. Occasionally I would help her cash up the tills at the end of the day which involved sitting right next to her in a tiny cash office counting the money with the door locked for up to an hour and I’d usually be absolutely desperate to pee by the end. I’m sure she would delay me on purpose because she knew I really had to go.

Not at all, I wouldn’t go too far with it, just playful teasing like tickling her as she hurried up the stairs to my flat or pretending that I couldn’t find my keys to delay her just a little bit longer while she stood there dancing! I can also remember once getting a couple of comments from a very chatty and friendly woman (quite senior in HR) who was running the induction week when I started my first job after university. On the first day I couldn’t find the toilets and ended up holding on until about 3pm (we’d been there since around 8.30am) until I couldn’t wait any more and had to ask her where the toilets were, despite my shyness at having to ask. She had mentioned that we could find some flipcharts and pens etc. near the toilets so afterwards I walked over to her trying to be casual and act like I wasn’t about to piss myself. I said something like ‘sorry where did you say the toilets are?’ and she looked very surprised and said ‘Blimey, haven’t you been yet!?’. Then she took me to where they were which was quite a long walk through the office, the whole time chatting to me about how long I’d had to wait for and how badly I must be bursting to go after all the free tea, coffee and orange juice that we’d all been drinking plenty of, and also apologising for not showing me where to find the toilets earlier. She was in no hurry though and kept me waiting even longer as she saw one of her colleagues on the way and they had a long discussion about something while I stood there trying (and failing) to stand still and not fidget around. At the end of the day I was talking to her about something else and thanked her again for showing me the way to the toilets, she laughed and said ‘no worries, I can’t believe that you lasted that long!’. I think she was just being friendly but I like to think that she was at least a little interested in my holding abilities and maybe even quite enjoyed the long walk over to the toilets knowing just how desperate I was.

Back when I lived by myself I would sometimes hold my pee all afternoon at work while drinking lots of water to make sure I arrived home really, really desperate. I'd then keep holding and drinking even more until I couldn't hold on any longer, then stand in the bathtub and piss myself in my business clothes.

At a house party last year the woman who was hosting it (friend of a friend) caught me bending over in desperation while waiting outside the occupied bathroom and asked me if I needed the toilet, then offered to take me upstairs and show me where the other bathroom was. I was very embarrassed but also relieved when she offered as I really as absolutely bursting to go. My ex girlfriend didn't like using public toilets so would often be desperate to pee on the way home, especially if we'd been out somewhere for hours and she'd been holding on for a while. She was quite shy so didn't always mention that she needed to go but I could usually tell she was desperate from all the fidgeting, impatient sighing, leg crossing, dancing from foot to foot and leg crossing so would sometimes tease her about it as we got closer to home.

I thought her first couple of videos were quite good but I find some the others fairly boring (and very expensive to purchase). She can definitely hold a lot though.

I don't think that the latest story is unrealistic at all to be honest. I've worked in several places where staff toilets are kept locked to prevent the public from using them and only certain managers have the keys, and I've also worked in places where toilet breaks are strictly limited to set times such as a lunch break. Loads of times I've seen people who needed to pee denied a toilet break by a supervisor and I've also been very desperate myself on a few occasions because I had to wait a long time for a set break time to pee. I remember starting my first job after finishing university and on my first day of the induction week I didn't get to pee all day until about 3pm because I didn't have a security pass to get through into the main office where the toilets were. When I asked the woman running the induction if she could let me through to use the toilets she seemed quite impressed that I'd held on for so long 😂